Taylor, Taylor, Taylor.. My sweet boyfriend. Quite the show you put on for my hidden cameras the moment I left, wasn’t it? Now on your knees, stroking per my instruction while licking and smelling my sweaty feet, you’re perfectly unaware of the storm brewing beneath the surface. Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Your eyes widen the moment I insinuate I know; but you wouldn’t dare let go of your cock as I describe it. Crossdressing, deep-throating, spreading your tight asshole for a man in our home.. Every hole used and abused. Most women would be repulsed and disgusted by your behavior.. But I soaked my panties. As I sat and watched you, I even masturbated to the idea of pimping you out. Of finding men at the bar, and bringing them home to ravage you at my discretion. But you’ve left me out of the fun, Taylor; and that just won’t do. I will bend your brain, rewire you to need my coercion to be a good little sissy. That’s what you are, isn’t it? A sissy slut. A whore to be used by men, left and discarded. Hanging on every word, stroking despite the growing knot in your chest; your fate remains unknown.. But your little discrepancy can be forgotten in time, my sweet boyfriend. Follow closely, allow me to take over; and obey every word.